Elegy Of Blood
Fallen from grace
My soul's grown old
Birds are dying as fading light draws last mourning beam
Across the hillside
Dark moors lay cold
And quiet this night
Blackbirds crying
As freezing moon lays cruel deathly beams
Through your minds eye
Elegy of what these open wounds may bleed
All alone with hatred growing unborn seed
Elegy Of BloodLRC歌词
Fallen from grace
My soul's grown old
Birds are dying as fading light draws last mourning beam
Across the hillside
Dark moors lay cold
And quiet this night
Blackbirds crying
As freezing moon lays cruel deathly beams
Through your minds eye
Elegy of what these open wounds may bleed
All alone with hatred growing unborn seed
